This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Monday, March 5, 2018
Vitamin C
The folded petals of the dusty rose
Are making quite a surreptitious pose
Attracting every artificial nose
And each forgets a hip is all that grows
In ruby red like tiny little toes.
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